With this gun in my hand we'll set this record straight.

Your, your helmets all in place.
Forged to withstand the blows of a world outside your own.
The air of arrogance that fills this hall is nauseous to your weak.
So we stand, we stare in disbelief at the shepherd and his herd.

Seething mass of chameleons. Is this a show of your free will?
You will remain trapped inside this sphere of reality.
Like the awful birth of a new disease,
feasting on the minds of the weak.
So unclean, the stains that lie in wake.

Step up!

The death of you is dawning.
Strap yourselves in, sit back, relax,
I'm sure you won't feel a thing.
Your ignorance is bliss.
Your ignorance is bliss.

We're watching the noble bleed.
Bound and gagged by your own self-limitations,
you claim a path of truth behold the arrogance here.
What gave you governance to choose who's right or wrong?
Refuse, my refusal to conform.

Throw yourself into the moat!
Throw yourself into the moat!
And now we're watching you drown.
From a broken shore, drown.
The end of all is oh so clear to me now.
It's all so clear to me.
It's all so clear to me.
You jaded pack of fools.

What reckless hate lies here and what is the stigma that afflicts you?
Trace back along the lines and behold the hateful for what they really are.
The over indulged spawn of the weak desperately scraping for some meaning.

But you'll find none. Self-proclaimed t__ans of all.
I coul break you with a blink of my eye, my eye.
I can see right through you.
I can see right through you.

All I feel is disrespect floating above your jaded world.
This false facade, will wash itself, wash itself away with the rain.

This false facade, will wash itself away with the rain.
The honest truth.
Man owes himself to this creativity.
As much as you'd like to deny,
man owes himself to this creativity.
We owe our lives to the expansion of our mind.

Our minds.

Drive the nail into the coffin, seal the buried dead.
Drive the nail into the coffin, seal the buried dead.
Your loss, born from dictation of the few.
Dictation of the few, born from ignorance.

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